When you’re waiting for a tradesman to turn up, why does the time he’s going to turn up have to be such top secret information. Only to be shared at the very final moment.
Chicken Little and I could be out walking at this very moment but instead I have to sit around the house and wait all day for the carpet man. When I rang the shop yesterday afternoon they said they didn’t know what time he’d be coming but that they’d be ringing this morning to tell me. Well I don’t imagine they’re sitting around through the night planning the great arrival so they must have already had a clue. No doubt it will be – sometime between 10am and 4pm. That’s what they usually say.
Anyway here are some photos of my little back yard.
We are right near a main road as you can see. I like that actually. I like sitting out there in the afternoon watching everyone go by. There’s some dodgy business goes on across the road. You can’t see the place but it’s closed up all day but the front door is open all night. Further investigation required. I can hide behind my palm tree and spy.
And we go down the steps.
Into the little garden. No lawn to mow! We’ve stained that fence that covers the garage so it looks nicer today.
There are a lot of kookaburra’s here which is nice. For a short while. Then they become really annoying. The other morning I woke up thinking someone was warming up for a spot of early morning opera singing in the yard next to us. No photo’s of them yet.
Oh, got to go. Carpet man just rang and said he’s on his way.